It has been roughly eighteen months since I wrote something more original than an anniversary post, specifically for Black Marks on Wood Pulp.
I have a hard time letting go. This blog gave me my first break as a writer, and I hold it dear to my heart. I always mean to write for it, and for that reason I will never abandon it for something less than my own – something like a generic Medium account, you know.
Oh, except, yeah.
Writing is a hard thing to do, and I will end that there because anyone who writes knows that and anyone who doesn’t write probably grasps that because, as writers, we always make sure everyone knows that, yes, writing is a hard thing to do. For that reason, I took on a project.
It’s self-indulgent. Here’s the introduction post, where I say “this is self-indulgent.”
It’s about records, in that I take one record a day, alphabetically from my Discogs collection, and write something that’s inspired by that record. But it’s also not about records, because writing about records is boring.
This is where I’ll be for the most part for the next year. This blog will not go away. In fact, I will likely take the best posts and save them over here, because like the good tinfoil blogger I am I assume my posts won’t live long at Medium, because Medium is at the whims of its owners and they could disappear in a second.
Go read about records. I promise I won’t be a stranger. I’m sorry if your RSS reader deleted me.
lol right whats an rss reader amirite
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